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I got in a fight. Actually, I got beat up. It was three on one.

I was on the phone with a friend. Some guys overheard what I was talking about. They flat out asked what I was up to.

I was putting out a some papers at this coffee shop. We'd had them printed.
"This is you?" one guy said. I forgot I'd been there before like a week before.

Anarchists, they claimed...they started calling me names: "Totalitarian".

I said we need control; the people need guidance, leadership. It has to be enforced.

I went to leave, and they followed.

The one guy started yelling, cussing, and then he hit me. I kind of ducked, but I fell. Then they were kicking me on the ground- three guys. I got up, managed to run out. Someone must've kicked my back foot and I fell again. I hit my fucking face. I got up and ran. This time I got away. But I have this mark now, on my cheek.

I'm pissed. This is my neighborhood and I don't remember seeing them before, but it sucks, like what if they see me again?

Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm moving again, but I really liked that place for coffee , and they let you leave stuff there, like to be shared, flyers or pamphlets, or whatever, as long as it's not sales crap.

Toward the Greater Future

I will speak again.


I'm still waiting for details on this "Greater Future".
Is this going to be LBJ Great Society, or Mao Zedong Great Leap Forward?
Because I need to know whether to get in line to get food stamps, or go melt my hoe.
People like that are, it seems to me, gaining in numbers, and, because, they have rights to don't you know, destroying what little social conscience that remains in this world. Trouble is, where will it end? There's no place for decency in the "modern world".
So glad that I'm old now and out of all that crap.

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